The Monarch

The Land is My garden,
the army its warden;
the forces I command.
My Power is in My Hand,
and none that dare
in My direction glare.

My Reign rests Absolute;
I invite thee to refute
My very Might.
I am My own Right,
and none that dare
in My direction glare.

My Prerogative I wield,
all who oppose shall yield
and for My Will bend.
Alas, I too shall meet an end;
but none that dare
in My direction glare...

(c) 2001 - Willem Bogers